I am fighting a flu, I doubt the two are related.
My body is trying to shed its skin.
Headache, muscle pains, blurry vision.
Symptoms that come with the territory?
Manifestations of wrestling with your identity?
If I came to India to find enlightenment,
I am looking in the wrong places.

There is inspiration at every turn.
A poem on every corner, a prose inside every cornea.

The more I walk these streets, the less I have to fill my shoes.
The more I let destiny decide, the less I have to choose.